Graham Greene: Citáty anglicky (strana 3)

“Indifference and pride look very much alike, and he probably thought I was proud.”

“Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.”

“And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.”

“And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.”

“I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.”

“She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs.”

“There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.”

“My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.”

“We'd forgive most things if we knew the facts.”

“You cannot control what you love--you watch it driving recklessly towards the broken bridge, the torn-up track, the horror of seventy years ahead.”

“The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit.”

“From childhood I had never believed in permanence, and yet I had longed for it. Always I was afraid of losing happiness. This month, next year… death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again forever.”

“I have never understood why people who can swallow the enormous improbability of a personal God boggle at a personal Devil.”

“Thought's a luxury. Do you think the peasant sits and thinks of God and Democracy when he gets inside his mud hut at night?”

“As long as one suffers one lives.”

“There was a tacit understanding between them that 'liquor helped'; growing more miserable with every glass one hoped for the moment of relief.”

“Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel: sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.”

“The next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.”

“There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.”